Early the next morning, we gathered in the office and started discussing.
"I changed the full-score paper for mathematics yesterday. Do you dare to believe it?"
"I also changed the full mark! English!"
"What are you? I have full marks in physics, and every question and symbol are correct! The paper is clean, the characters are also very beautiful, unruly, and wild."
"Yes, yes, I was about to say the word "this student!"
"We can't change the same person, right?"
The teachers seemed a little excited.
Aristocratic colleges like Changshen are very strict in all aspects. For fairness and justice, when teachers correct the papers, their name information will be blocked. After the correction, they will be distributed by the teaching and punishment class.
So they don’t know which class and which student’s test paper they are revising.
But yesterday's test paper was the most eye-catching one.
Everyone is guessing whose paper this is.
In the school, there are only ones with the top grades, and most of them are in Class 1.
"All of them are full marks? Are they students from Class 1?"
Deng Zhen walked into the office with a stack of papers in his arms, and listened to the comments of several teachers, his face was not very good-looking.
She teaches the worst class in the third year of high school, which is perfect score and first place. This is absolutely impossible for her class to appear in her class.
It's okay, but when it comes to the exam, she feels inferior.
Everyone is praising their own class and other students with high grades, and they are both good at business. Only she will praise the last class, and she can't even speak out.
She looked at the stack of papers in her hand and felt quite irritated.
When she sat in her seat, she flipped around the clock and saw the scores that were all lingering on the edge of the passing line, and she felt even more depressed. She simply stood up and went to the class.
As soon as she left, several other teachers in the office shook their eyes.
"Look at her like that, who owe her."
"I can only teach poor classes if I don't have the ability, and I will be disgraceful when the exam results come out."
"Whatever the class is not bad, it depends on whether the teacher teaches it well. With her dislike of the poor and the rich, the good students have to be taught to her. I remember the last time that the female classmate with scars on her face,
Her face turned blue with just one word."
"Teacher Zhu from Class 2 did the right thing, let Jian Yichen go to Class 7 to treat her."
As the few people said, the phone at Deng Zhen’s desk rang.
One of the teachers went up to answer and pressed the amplification.
I heard Dean Zhou's faint smile coming:
"Teacher Deng, congratulations."
"Dean?" The teacher who answered the phone was stunned and looked at each other with several other teachers.
What are you congratulating?
"Dean, Teacher Deng has gone to the classroom."
On the other end of the phone, Dean Zhou smiled and said, "That's it, it's okay. I'm here to congratulate her for being the first in her class. Oh, by the way, please remind her that the first in that grade is placed.
At the very bottom, don't break it."
The office was shocked.
And on the other side.
Deng Zhen walked into the class with the stack of test papers in his arms, his face heavier than the bottom of the pot and his expression colder than ice.
The originally lively classroom suddenly calmed down, and the students who were laughing and playing quickly returned to their seats to sit down.
As class approaches, most of the students are already in the classroom, only that space is empty.
Deng Zhen glanced at him and his face became even heavier.
"The class will be in soon. Is it fun to play here?"
She retorted coldly, with anger hidden in her voice.
The students below looked at each other and had guessed that the results of the period exam were not satisfactory, so Deng Zhen took the opportunity to vent.
In the past, whenever the exams were large and small, Deng Zhen would be furious and criticized them once every time he took the exam, as long as the grades of Class 7 were at the bottom.
But in the end, the students who can enter the aristocratic college are different from those ordinary students in ordinary schools.
Especially, there are many bad students in Class 7 who have poor grades and are careless.
How could she be fooled?
A boy in the back row responded without fear of death, "Isn't this class not yet?"
Now, Deng Zhen was even more angry, "What's wrong with class before class? You look at Class 1 and Class 2, and you are studying before you even ring the bell. What about you?! Have you read yesterday's homework review content today? You know
Play!"
The boy curled his lips and shut up. But looking at his expression, he obviously felt dissatisfied.
Just then.
A slender figure appeared in the corridor and walked towards him in a hurry.
Just as she stepped into the classroom door.
Dingling--
The ringtone rang.
In the classroom, Jian Yichen and Meng Feiyu looked at each other: "She is really cruel. She is taking a look at the little fairy."
This is Meng Feiyu's nickname for Chi to get up early. It has no other meaning, I just admire him.
After all, being able to pinch time so accurately is also a skill.
But some people can't stand it.
"Stop!" Deng Zhen shouted sternly.
Chi Zao paused his foot and stopped at the door.
Due to the aggravation of daily tasks, Chi Zao ran two more laps this morning, and now she was only 40% of her physical strength. When she walked into the classroom, she was looking at the system mall and didn't pay attention to anything else. Until now, she discovered the classroom.
An unusual atmosphere in it.
However, after Deng Zhen shouted, he deliberately left the pond next to him.
She didn't let her go out, nor did she ask her to come in.
Instead, he turned his head, looked at the classmates below, and spoke coldly, "I tell you, the college entrance examination will take two months. Do you know what your grades are? Yes, most of your families are rich and powerful, and they may not
I am worried about the way out. But our schools have family backgrounds and backgrounds. Why can they study hard and why can they get so good at exams? What's more, our class has the kind of poor, poor and powerful family who are actually living with it."
"I don't know why our Class 7 is just like this. They are either ignorant, fight or pretend to be a fool. They are not active when they go to school and spread rumors. Don't think that if you step into the classroom, you won't be able to enter the classroom.
You are considered late! Students like this can only be used to the society when they leave school!"
Deng Zhen was also very angry.
I was even more impatient by the feeling of being inferior to others after the exams over the years.
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused dissatisfaction among many people in the classroom.
And the last sentence is more obvious.
Who else Chi Zao can be said is not?
Jian Yichen frowned and was about to speak.
Chi Zao, who was standing at the door, took the lead and raised his eyebrows and laughed softly, "According to what Teacher Deng said, if someone like me is poor and has no good grades, can't live?"
The laughter was light, with a faint sarcasm.
This is not the first time Chi Zao has "talked back".
It is not the first time that I have "talked back" in front of so many people.
But this is the lightest voice and the sharpest speech.
And it is so obvious that he is singing opposite Deng Zhen.
Deng Zhen's face suddenly changed, and the students below also looked at her in surprise.